November 2010
2 posts
Why do I buy pre-made guacamole? Terrible.
“In 10 years waxing children will be like taking them to the dentist or putting...”
– Gross
October 2010
2 posts
Parking myself on the machine right in front of the Packers/Jets game at the gym today meant my workout was twice as long as I planned. Awesome.
If I have kids, I hope that I will not take them trick-or-treating until they are old enough to walk it themselves. You gotta work for that candy, not just sit in a stroller until you get to the door. Also, if you’re too cool to dress up, you’re too old to be trick-or-treating. What the hell.
September 2010
1 post
When I budget my expenses based on the idea of a 50 hour week salary, and I actually work over 60 hours a week for I-can’t-remember-how-long, and I walk out of work without an umbrella in sight to find a downpour, I’m treating myself to a damn taxi.
August 2010
5 posts
I just took the stairs to my apartment…on the 26th floor. There was a point when I thought passing out was a real probability. I’m not sure if this means I’m out of shape or not…
I love the Eurovision Song Contest. Especially when the songs just depict the idea many people have of the country…like Russia’s…
I don't know how I feel about this... →
Facebook is like a wedding album for 70% of my friends. What the hell, is everyone I know getting married?
I just found out that a guy I knew in college drowned yesterday. He was canoeing with friends, wasn’t wearing a lifejacket.
We weren’t great friends. I had a small crush on him, he was pretty cute, we were in the same student organization, we went to the same parties.
I didn’t know him well, but this has hit me pretty hard. The idea of how terrifying this must have...
“Fake it ‘til you feel it.”
– Sometimes I get caught between Making The Best of Things and Feeling Exactly As I Damn Well Please. If I didn’t have my masochistic moments, I would take a step back and figure out which one of these had a little smiley face attached to it and go with that one. But angry feels good every...
July 2010
17 posts
I love Etsy...but this is awesome also →
I joined a gym yesterday!
Now to find the motivation…
“Welcome to Harlem shortcake. There ain’t no more condos now.”
– Walking home from the subway…
I hate Restaurant “Week”. I am letting it make me an angry person. Tomorrow is another day. With no Restaurant Week service. I bought a plane ticket to visit my hometown and summer home in a month. Keep your eye on the prize. And smile for Christ’s sake. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
I’m a bit of a nerd. Especially when it comes to money. I like budgets. I like planning and balancing. I love Mint.com. They now have this “Goal” aspect where I realized that the European extravaganza trip I have been planning in my head could not possibly happen for another two years based on my budget.
Like I said, I am a nerd.
But a nerd without debt.
Who do you write like... →
On few different samples I got Stephen King, James Joyce, Oscar Wilde…
Watchsection9:
soupsoup:
Jewel wears disguise to karaoke bar, brings house down.
Love it
There is something unifying but horrible about the JZ Jamaica bound platform at Fulton Street. Because no one is sure they are going the correct way. Even the people who look super confident melt into apologetic smiles when presented with a map and a question of, “does this train go this way?”
“Um…I hope so. I…think…so? I’m not totally sure but...
Kings of Pastry →
Family on Bikes →
It's a heatwave
I take the local train instead of the express, get enveloped in the air conditioning, engrossed in my book and miss my stop. Worth it for a few more minutes without sweat.
Harlem is not a happy place in the heat.
Hot Child in the City
There’s something about the heat and the city that is scary to me. Something about the restlessness and meanness. Frustration and fatigue. It could also be watching Taxi Driver for the first time. Either way, sweat in the city makes me nervous and jumpy…and tired as hell. somehow both.
I love reading these... →
June 2010
9 posts
A lot of firecrackers sound like gunshots.
It’s nearing July 4th and I live in East Harlem.
I’m not sleeping too well.
I have been eating out too much a fair amount lately. And on a Momofuku kick. Ma Peche is my favorite, then noodle bar, then ssam. Opposite of most critics.
I go where the water tastes good... →
oh the times
I’m three quarters of the way through watching The Way We Were. It’s one of the movies that everyone says is great. ”Fantastic love story!”
I hate this movie. Ugh, great story of girl willing to change everything about who she is for a dude.
“Professional Soul Searching” is exhausting.
Happy Birthday to my CaetieCakes!
“Per Se is my McDonald’s.”
– Talking to a guy who works at a hedge fund made me speechless.
May 2010
21 posts
http://loveinthedumps.com/how-white-people-date-cha... →
#2 and #3, specifically.
Back in culinary school, Caitlin and I would play...
Less than 24 hours after gunshots popped through the air, a spiderman kite is being flown in the middle of the street by some teenage boys. The Mr. Softee jingle is once again tinkering up to my window, and it is just another day in East Harlem.
The Streets of New York
I wake up to gunshots firing outside. Close. And my roomie scrambling onto our balcony, chatting with window neighbors about the masses of people sprinting away from where cop cars are swarming. 10 minutes pass. Yelling starts up outside as a crowd forms and mobilizes. Someone from a lower floor of our building throws out a…tv? something? scattering the group. More gunshots. Call...
Central Park is my favorite part of New York City. I wish I could build a tree fort in the middle of it and nestle myself there all year long.
This is probably a signal that I’m not a City Girl at heart.
Waking up and not knowing what time it is, but knowing that your right leg, right forearm and right ring finger are slowly extending small itchy bumps is annoying. Suddenly being engulfed in worries that you have bed bugs wakes you up quickly. Then, when the next hour is filled with attempts to get back to sleep as more red swells appear, freaking out ensues. Until the moment…
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I don’t own a TV, but because of my longstanding mindless-entertainment-addiction, I watch hulu. For a couple of months now, they have had HPV commercials. I hate these commercials. I hate these commercials with a passion that makes me a little nauseous. Obviously a little irrational. This mainly stems from the number of close friends who have been diagnosed with HPV, the fact that the...
http://www.sundancechannel.com/greenporno/ →
I first heard about this series when she began it with insects but didn’t realize she had continued it. It’s pretty wonderful.
Panic →
This lovely placard is outside a bar called The Subway in my neighborhood.
I was just anxiety laden for about 5 minutes, thinking my coworkers and I patronized this bar last night. Then I honed in on the Union Ave street sign in the background. Not the same bar. PHEW. I wonder how many Subway Bars there are in NYC? And then I went back to the feelings of revulsion at these bar signs. What...
caetiecakes asked: sitting on he couch together, tumblin' together. it makes me giddy.
SOOOOOOFFFFFAAAAAAAA
When I got a text at work from a roomie telling me there was a surprise waiting for me at home…I automatically started thinking of possibilities: something delicious to eat, a new plant to add to our balcony garden, someone sleeping in my bed, a new piece of art…the list goes on and on. Tonight, or rather this morning, I come home to find a sofa. A pretty awesome, seemingly comfy sofa...
